this is really a great weekend. mom said that she is not going to do any work all weekend, and then she went downstairs and started cleaning her office. which she really needed to do because it’s a big mess. she should not leave papers on the bed like it was a filing cabinet because it’s not fair to Mo. Mo loves paper. he loves to jump on it. then if it flips up he tries to hide under it. which that’s kind of stupid because he’s bigger than a piece of paper and I can still see him so then I jump on the bed and smack his head just to show him. then he smacks my head and we have a really fun time rolling around on the bed pretend fighting.
then you know what she does? she gets mad at US. we aren’t the ones leaving her papers all over the bed. she should yell at herself but she says HEY! you SILLY CATS! WHAT are you DOING!? and then Mo gets scared and hides under the bed for thirtyseven more hours.
anyway, she’s down there muttering like she always does so me and Mo are up in the sunporch and guess what?? she left the laptop turned on! So now I can talk to everyone again! Two days in row! I’m so happy. you have no idea how boring mom is. Oh My Cat, she is boring. sometimes I fall asleep right on top of her, bored out of my mind while she is still talking.
which also I found some more great dumb dog pictures
hey. wait. How did that picture of the cat get on there?? that just ticks me off.
I’ll hunt them down.
anyway, this morning was so nice. I was all cuddled up soft and warm with my nose under my paws. Hey, mom made a poem for me. Do you want to hear it? She named it Sheldon’s Song but I don’t know why because she made it up for me and also she doesn’t sing. which that is a very good thing because she sounds like two cats screeching. believe me, I would know.
Sheldon’s Song for Chunker
Little ball of fur.
Purr, purr, purr.
So that’s what I was doing. purr purr purr and then all of a sudden the stupid dog is in the kitchen barking which totally woke me up. If I were mom I would have said, dammitmurphyyoudipshit you’re barking at your own dad.
which actually that is what she said.
dad was standing outside the kitchen door, looking at us and Murphy was barking at him. See? I’m telling you, that dog is dumb. Mo and me said, Murphy, you’re so stupid. That’s dad!
Murphy looked up and saw dad. he said, oh, sorry and sat down and started licking himself.
anyway, it turned out that the secret door opening thing is broke. serves them both right. they never let me and Mo outside through the door anyway. it’s their turn not to get to go out the door.
altho dad did look sort of cold, standing out there in the dark carport. So then I felt bad. for like, a whole minute.
so the other thing that was fun is last night mom sat at the computer box downstairs and she started yelling for dad to COME HERE and she was laughing. She told dad LOOK! My review is on amazon.com! then dad laughed too so I think it was a good thing. One clue is if the word dipshit or dammit is in the loud voice. If not, then you’re probably ok.
I don’t really get it. I looked at her reviews and she doesn’t make any sense. for one thing, we both know her name is not Hortence. See if you can figure it out. Also she told dad to please go like it so I don’t know what that means, because he laughed so I know he did but I guess I’ll ask you two to like it, too.
OH! I gotta go! Dad just came home and can’t get in the door again so Murphy is barking and I bet mom will yell at him again! YAY! I’m telling you, it’s a great day!!!
Oh – also, Maya is a dog. Dogs drool. Cats rule. Nanner nanner.